You keep runnin that mouth and I'm goin to take you back there and screw you.

I tried to put things in perspective but sometimes you're just too close to it.

The rain falls upon the just And also on the unjust fellas But mostly it falls upon the just Cause the unjust have the just's umbrellas

A dream inside a dream might not be a dream.

The names of the cerros and the sierras and the deserts exist only on maps. We name them that we do not lose our way. Yet it was because the way was lost to us already that we have made those names. The world cannot be lost. We are the ones. And it is because these names and these coordinates are our own naming that they cannot save us. They cannot find for us the way again.

Creedless shells of men tottering down the causeways like migrants in a feverland.

I have no enemies. I dont permit such a thing.